Page 59 of An Epic Voyage

Seriously?He picked it up.It looked innocuous enough.

She ducked.“Geez, be careful where you point it.”

He ignored her and studied it.Good Lord, it was a gun.He rifled through the case and discovered a knife in the handle of a makeup brush and a comb with sharpened metal spikes.She carried a bag of destruction around.He should’ve found the weapons when he’d initially searched her things, but he’d seen what she wanted him to.He’d bought them at face value like an amateur, and he was anything but.

Griffin closed the lid.“Who do you work for?Mossad?The Federal Security Service?The National Crime Agency?Bundeskriminalamt?The Direction Centrale du Renseignement et de la Sécurité?”

“Sorry to disappoint you, Mr.Decker, but I’m not Israeli, Russian, English, French, or German.”

Well, well, well, she was familiar with law enforcement agencies in other countries.The average person wouldn’t have had any idea what he was talking about.Plus, she’d known where to look on his badge to find his real name.He’d barely flashed it at her.

Who the hell was Indigo Adair?

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Griffin Dean—no, scratchthat—GriffinDeckerwas a federal agent.Wasn’t that a big old monkey wrench in her plans?How was she going to get out of this mess?She noticed he’d been thorough and intense, but she’d assumed it was because he was military.Now she knew it was because they worked for the same boss: the United States government.

The only problem was that Indy’s department didn’t exist on paper.They were a shadow group.That’s why he hadn’t found her in the system.He’d never believe her if she tried to tell him who she really was.

She’d trained for a scenario such as this, but she didn’t think she’d ever have to implement it.She did now.“I’m a prisoner.Is that correct, Mr.Decker?”

“At the moment.”

“I believe I’m entitled to a phone call.”

“Sorry, they don’t work down here.”

“Oh, come on.A big, bad Fibbie doesn’t have a satellite phone?”She rolled her eyes.“Fine.Grab mine.”

He eyed her suspiciously, then took his phone from his pocket.She hoped the screen had cracked while they were rolling around earlier, but no such luck.“Number?”

She recited the digits.He punched them in and activated the speakerphone.

“Who is this?”

She watched Griffin as she replied, “Indigo.Situation AFU number 2.”

“Name?”

“Griffin Decker.”

The dial tone sounded.

“Who the hell was that, and why did you give him my name?”

“My, my, you are full of questions, aren’t you?”

She bit her lip to keep from smiling when his chiseled jaw clenched.Hopefully, he didn’t crack any of those pearly whites.

“I could hit redial.”

“You could,” she agreed.“It would be fruitless.”

“What does Situation AFU mean ...Ah, never mind.I figured it out.”

“Congratulations.And here we thought it was an unbreakable code.”It was a take on the military acronym SNAFU: Situation normal, all fouled up, only fouled wasn’t what the F stood for.

“You get off on being obstinate, don’t you?”